The water was an inky black in the moonlight, as he sat on the shore. He'd been there since the previous day, waiting, watching. This was where he had last seen her, the beauty with snowy white hair. It was strange how he'd fallen, small fantasies and feelings that grew like a weed, and blossomed. Now she was gone, in her absence a swirling storm of emptiness, carrying him into the void. Inside him was a hunger, not for mortal food, but for her. Her smile. The way she was so carefree. Even doing mundane tasks like laundry seemed like an adventure with her there beside him.
